What if.....

It was the 1940's, you were a very young mexican woman with no rights whatsoever. You were living very modestly in Detroit with your husband. Surrounded by his family. But your family spoiled you growing up. You don't know how to keep a house or manage children. To make matters worse your husband's family hates you. They treat you horribly. Things are getting worse and worse. You are depressed. You try to leave, he finds you and brings you back. 

In the midst of this depression and horrible situation, you try to take your own life. You love your kids but don't know what to do. Finally you decide to leave, to save yourself. You will get yourself together then come back for the kids. He won't let you see them once you leave. Luckily your sister is caring for them while he is at work. You get to see them secretly.

He finds out and doesn't let your sister watch them anymore. Things are getting very bad. You decide to leave the state. Again once you get things together, you can come back for the kids. Right now if you take them you will all starve. You have nothing, no rights, no money, no where to live. 

You struggle to get back on your feet. To grow up and figure out what to do. The years go by. You know that they are growing up without you. The distance grows wider and deeper. This chasm is too great.

How do you feel? Do you forget about your children? Do you wonder about them? Do you know how bad it was for them? Did you completely move on? In the creation of your new family and life, do you ever think about your other family? 16 grandchildren, do you wonder about them? Or is it all to overwhelming. Was it easier to move on without thinking about it?

This is my interpretation. My thoughts based on stories I have heard. I try not to judge. I am not in the situation. I try to empathize. 

What if......